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The Evergreens
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The Old Bog Road
My feet are here on Broadway this blesses harvest morn But Oh the ache that's in them for the spot where I was born My weary hands are blistered from work in cold and heat and Oh to swing a scythe today through fiels of Irish wheat
Had I the chance the wander back or own a king's abode 'tis soon I'd see the hawthorn tree by the Old Bog Road. When I was young and innocent my mind was ill at ease Through dreaming of America and gold beyond the seas.
Och, sorra take their money 'tis hard to get that same And what's the world to any man when no one speaks his name? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I've had my day and here I am and bitter is my load a long 3000 miles away from the Old Bog Road
Och, Life's a weary puzzle past finding out by man I take the day for what it's worth and do the best I can Since no one cares a rush for me what need a man to moan I go my way and draw my pay and smoke my pipe alone Each human heart must know it's grief Though little be it's load So God be with old Ireland and the Old Bog Road God be with old Ireland and the Old Bog Road
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